The land of red wine people

Drink cold hands and miss green tamarinds

Saigon has a sweet sound

I am a native dedicated distiller Land footsteps lost the domain

Remembering the original love is very good

Remember the small sparrow passing the branches

Chirping the blue sky and the kite The land of people in white fog demands love

Looking for sun flaps, I miss many Homeland

Saigon has a lovely reputation

Having fragrant love to share in danger Saigon birds also perched because

Four directions converge love to record good land

Saigon’s footsteps passed quickly

The mark still imprints pure sincerity Saigon does not have a cold, frozen wind

Mother is here waiting for me to come home

Incubate in cold frost four-sided

Gold love the waves miss you about Mom Walking a lot of wandering

Back to embrace the earth, Mother will have a peaceful afternoon

Saigon five fingers knitting

Unresolved love of love has overflowed with love. November 2, 2020 LOVE IS THE POETRY Have you ever known to love

That sweet love poetry

The question is very accidental

But the afternoon is purple Ever asked what love is
Is it an illusion?

The wind blows every time

Cold rain melted love Hallucinations and hallucinations

Illusion or illusion

Where to find a risky roof

Build a dream life Once we were infatuated

Once I forgot

Only one change

Love goes into the past Love is a poem

Love is the musical note

I write in accident

My soul is lost. 27/04/21